The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

I don't know what Jiang qianxia's situation is. Feng Wangshu opened the topic with ha ha.

Seeing that the people were almost there, Feng Wangshu stood up and gently knocked the jade bell held by the servant.

The clear and crisp sound of the collision of pearls and jade is pleasant and doesn't make people feel bored. Even if Jiang qianxia, who is nearest, listens to it, he feels light in his heart, and then he feels distressed.

The more crisp the sound is, the more transparent the jade material is. What a good material, it's used to make a bell to listen to it!

Sure enough, although she is rich now, she still can't accept this kind of luxury and waste

Not knowing Jiang qianxia's thoughts, Feng Wangshu bowed politely after all the visitors focused on himself. In the return ceremony, he laughed loudly.

"It's rare for everyone to get together at today's wuhuaxi poetry meeting. If you don't greet well, please don't be surprised."

"Mr. Feng is joking. He can drink with everyone in this elegant place and make it clear!"

"That's right. I heard that Mr. today will invite a dancer from a distant place to perform a wonderful dance for the gods? I've been waiting for a long time. I'm waiting to open my eyes. Ha ha ha."

The dancing girl?

Jiang qianxia, who was eating grapes, was stunned and looked strange.

Fupeng should be Rome and Egypt. Although the dance there is good, it seems to be different from the aesthetics of Daqian people

Intentionally or unintentionally, Feng Wangshu glanced across Jiang qianxia and saw that her expression had changed. Feng Wangshu was secretly proud - sure enough, even the Wanbao pavilion with shops all over Daqian, there were no dancers from fufu, right?

Although he wants to show off now, Feng Wangshu is over 40 years old and the owner of the Feng family. He can't be as impatient as a hairy boy.

Under the pressure of the pride in his heart, Feng Wangshu said something freely, and then began to write a topic.

"Now that it's a poetry meeting and in wuhuaxi, how about drinking water, flowers and autumn and relaxing your mind?"

"Great goodness!"

The atmosphere at the scene was so simple that Jiang qianxia didn't expect it.

Eating melon seeds, staring blankly at Feng Wangshu, he took off his gauze cap and revealed his bald forehead. Then he excitedly ran to the upstream of the stream with a jade cup, filled the wine, and carefully placed it on the floating plate placed by the servants in the water

"This is to play a water cup?"

Jiang qianxia looked at boundless with uncertainty and was stunned to find boundless.

"Qushui flowing wine and drinking and composing poetry are the elegant interests that have only recently become popular among Southern talents. It's the first time to see you. How did the master know?"

Nonsense, everyone who has been to school knows. Well, it's difficult for her not to know Lanting's preface, a famous article of "reading and reciting the full text"!

Jiang qianxia was also interested in seeing the most elegant playing method with her own eyes, but after watching it carefully for a while, she felt that meeting was not as famous as meeting.

"I know why Yangzhou has so much famous water. It's just that we have to set the site in Wuhua River or the tributary of Wuhua River."

And perilla head together, Jiang qianxia hehe said with a smile: "look, this cup flows down the river, and all the wine is spilled on the floating board. If the water flow is faster, the cups will be gone. Let's all grab the cup with our sleeves and write a poem?"

"Hee hee, the master is right. These adults are really interesting. Look, the adult who fished for the cup didn't drink anything at all! Why do you have to pretend to be drunk for so long?"

"Silly or not, people are not intoxicated. They are obviously thinking about the manuscript. Do you think the poems they read are really made on the spot?"

Jiang qianxia is going to laugh to death. If scholars come to play with Qushui Liubei, the effect will be much better. It is really a good place to show off.

But who were there? Businessmen who are all abacus thieves!

Those who can "recite poetry" are Confucian businessmen. Don't you see those who recite poetry and look at the palm of their hand? Really when that dark palm, no one can see?

"Wow... Isn't it? Master, since they are all poems prepared in advance, why do others support them?"

Touching the Perilla head kindly, Jiang qianxia smiled and trembled, shaking out a word: "business nonsense!"

Mrs. Feng was embarrassed to death. At first, their voices were low, and she could pretend she didn't hear them. But the more the master and servant laughed, the louder their voices became. Didn't they see the shopkeepers near them? Did their faces turn green?

Dare not let the unreliable master and servant continue to hit everyone in the face. Mrs. Feng coughed and winked at Feng Wangshu.

But the distance was too far. Feng Wangshu was immersed in this beautiful atmosphere and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't pay attention to his wife's hint!

When the wine cup flows to Jiang qianxia, Jiang qianxia takes it up with his sleeve, turns it upside down and throws the water

"Cough, I can't drink alcohol in shallow summer. I can't drink and compose poetry with you. It has ruined everyone's elegance. Please don't blame me."

The smiling face was sour. Jiang qianxia rubbed his cheeks and rushed to Feng Wangshu, who finally came back to his senses. He blinked, smiled and arched his hands: "now the breeze and water are flowing, and everyone has also enjoyed many beautiful poems."

"Qian Xia is so impatient that he becomes a villain. Ask Mr. Feng to invite the dancing girl up quickly and dance a song to open our eyes with the beautiful scenery. How about?"

"Since Mrs. Jiang can't wait, it's better for Feng to obey her orders."

With a sigh of relief, Feng Wangshu climbed down the ladder and rang the jade bell again.

In an instant, dozens of servants came scurrying from both sides of the stream dragging Qifang water floating platforms, and the wooden mallet fell. The floating platform connected to the rope was fixed in the center of the stream by four ropes extending to the shore.

The current is mild, and the floating platform moves slightly up and down. With the decoration on the stage, it is really something new.

When people were amazed, a team of dancers with dark brown and shiny skin, who only covered the key parts with spun yarn, gracefully jumped onto the floating platform.

"Well, these dancers are really..."

Stunned, someone couldn't help pointing to the dancers and murmuring. Although he didn't finish, Jiang qianxia knew that they were thinking, why don't these dancers wear clothes.

I can't help it. The traditional dance of whisk was naked at the beginning. A woman only wraps a ribbon around her crotch to highlight the movement of her crotch during dance.

Feng Wangshu pretends to be calm, but his ears are a little red. Jiang qianxia knows that he forcibly added the scarves at the key parts of these dancers.

"Master! Don't look at such a shameful dance!"

Perilla covered her eyes in shame, caught a glimpse of her master's interest, and quickly wanted to cover her eyes angrily.

Laughing and moving her hand away, Jiang qianxia said in a low voice with some disdain: "why don't you see? These rich businessmen look red in the face, which can't be seen elsewhere..."

They are all masters who don't lack money. They don't know how debauchery they play in the wind and moon place, but they gather like men and dogs. They just watch the dancer dance in sexy clothes, and they don't know where to put their eyes like moral models.

Interesting, that's so interesting.